The bath was probably one of the most sexually charged moments Cass had ever experienced. Gideon and Edgar only touched Cass as much as they needed to. It was all clinical, nothing suggestive about their hands.
It was their eyes that were devouring Cass entirely.
Cass had been hard before, had ached for release before, but nothing like this. Up until this point they had just...given it to him. They hadn’t really prevented him from cumming before, and they weren’t really preventing him from cumming either.
They were just not...touching him and helping him do it. If he wanted to cum, he needed to do it himself and Cass was a little too himself right now to do something like that in a bath. That meant that when they were toweling him off after the bath Cass had to bite his lips to keep the small, urgent sounds inside. Every soft little graze of his cock, thighs, his damn red nipples felt like they were stroking him intentionally.
His body felt like one giant erogenous zone and damn it, both men knew it.
Sam was the only one who seemed unphased by everything.
"The room is clean, my lords. Do you...have an estimate for when you think you’ll need us again?" Sam was clearly speaking to Edgar and Gideon, not Cass. For good reason. Cass hadn’t been himself the past few heats, if ever when Sam knew him. Cass let out a dangerous-sounding sigh, heavy with emotions and he could feel how the others were looking at him.
"I’m nearing the end of it, Sam. I’d say get some sleep, but it’ll probably be in the next 24 hours that I’ll need to go to the temple." Cass called through the bathroom door. Cass could hear how Sam hesitated on the other side of the door before he responded. His voice sounded far softer when he spoke the second time.
"Understood, my Lord. I am...glad to hear that you sound like you’re getting better." Sam truly meant it, and even if it was embarrassing that he needed to fill himself up with cum to get better, it was also nice to know that there were others who truly wished for his health to improve.
Cass sighed again, but it was softer.
"Thank you, Sam. The worst of it isn’t over but...I’m more of myself now." Cass admitted. To the detriment of his heart, but what could he do about that? As soon as Gideon realised that Cass was more like himself, he’d started teasing him again. Cass knew he was going to have to ask for every damn inch at this fucking point. His face warmed at the thought.
"I am glad to hear it. Byron and I will have a carriage on standby. We’re all worried for you, my Lord, so do not worry. We’ll make sure there are no hiccups." Sam’s words were a vow that Cass did not take lightly. The man didn’t make promises he didn’t keep, and Cass believed that. Cass chuckled.
"Understood, Sam. Go get some rest. I bet you’ve been waiting by the door this whole time. At least take a few hours. Take Byron with you. I don’t think it’ll be that soon." Cass told him warmly and heard Sam sigh on the other side.
"I’ll make sure he knows that’s an order." Sam muttered before his footsteps retreated from the door. Cass hadn’t realised that the two men had dried him completely, his conversation with Sam distracting him from his own desires.
Cass looked back at the two men who were also dried off, their skin sparkling and Cass felt a haze cover his eyes momentarily. What he saw instead were their heaving chests as they tried to catch their breath. Their groans, moans, soft cries of pleasure as Cass, or Gideon, or Edgar played with their bodies. The soft curses, the way they called each other’s names.
The way their eyes begged for the other’s touch.
Cass gulped as he squeezed his thighs together.
"I need..." Cass trailed off, unsure what to say next. Both men looked at him, open, welcoming. Cass gulped. Hesitant, Cass reached out to the both of them, grabbing their hands and interlocking his fingers with theirs. Edgar and Gideon’s expressions softened at the initial touch.
"What do you need, Bunny?" Edgar asked softly and Cass gulped. He looked away from their eyes, heat flooding his body. Fuck. He needed help getting over that crescendo and he felt like an asshole taking up so much of their time with this. Even if he knew they were willing participants, that they wanted to help him, that didn’t mean he didn’t feel guilty.
"Are you two hungry?" Cass asked instead of saying what he needed. Gideon let out a harsh breath.
"Cass, sweetheart, don’t worry about us." Gideon told him softly. "Please. We’re both far too worried that you’re still starving for us to care about anything else. Plus, Eddie has been taking sips of us, or have you forgotten?" Cass gasped as Gideon slid two, careful fingers down Cass’ body and pressed against the closest mark he could see. It was on his thigh and Cass trembled.
"What about you?" Cass asked, sliding his gaze upwards to stare at him through his eyelashes. He had no idea what that kind of look did to the man until he watched Gideon turn the colour of a tomato. He gulped audibly.
"We put easy to consume meals in the nightstand. Sam and I planned ahead of time, with Byron’s help. He probably restocked them while he was changing the sheets. Do not worry, Cass. I would never compromise my own body because you need me at my peak. You haven’t asked for any normal food so we haven’t fed you any yet." Gideon told him, making sure that he knew that if he wanted something outside of cum, he could have it. Cass blinked, feeling emotional all over again.
They were taking such good care of him. Fuck. Cass didn’t know what to do with himself.
"I feel so empty inside." Cass whispered hoarsely. "I fucking hate it. Why do I need to feel like there is a hole inside of me that only a cock could fill? Why can’t I just be fucking normal?" Cass asked, feeling his eyes water. He’d never cried like this during his heat before, as far as he was aware. Edgar squeezed his hand before moving closer and wrapping his free arm around him.
"Oh lovely Cass, it’s okay to be upset. You’re in every right to be upset about it. I get it. Mine might not be from the same desire, but I do know what it’s like to crave others." Edgar murmured. He pressed a kiss against his cheek and Cass sniffled. "Why don’t we get you a little bit of cum while we get the tools ready, hmm? Or do you want me to eat you out? What would make you feel better?" Cass should have been embarrassed at the options given to him.
Or how serious Edgar was being about it all, but instead Cass just turned his face into Edgar’s shoulder and felt his tears wet his clean skin. Cass felt his body shiver and shudder and knew that the time that he’d spent avoiding one particular part of his body was over.
"I’m throbbing." Cass admitted softly.
"Awe, Bunny. We can help with that." Edgar was being so supportive, but Cass flinched.
"No, Eddie. Um, my...vagina is throbbing." Edgar paused before he tightened his grip on Cass’ hand and shoulders.
"That’s okay. We can still help with that." Edgar was smart, so was Gideon. They had both picked up on the hesitancy that Cass had around that part of himself. He didn’t seem to mind when Gideon thrust past it, but his whole body had frozen whenever either Gideon or Edgar had tried to touch it with intention.
They were not idiots. They could read body cues, and Cass gave them off in waves.
"Do you want us to explore it together?" Gideon asked softly, stepping closer as well. "None of us are well-versed in them. We can take our time. Maybe that will help with the aching you’re feeling inside. We haven’t put anything inside of it yet. No fingers, tongue, nothing." Gideon pointed out and Cass swallowed.
It was a good theory. Cass knew that, but he was so damn scared of this new part of himself. Even having Lucian touch it had bordered on the thin line of being okay.
"You’ll stop if I get scared?" Cass asked and Cass found himself being squeezed by two men.
"Of course." They breathed in unison. It took a few, long seconds of them holding him before Cass began to feel his body relax. This was scary, this was terrifying, but this was also exactly what his body would want.
They would never let him do anything easily.
"I’m scared senseless." Cass admitted. "I also know that if I don’t explore it, it’s only going to get worse." Cass shook. "I’ve barely touched it. It’s so...scary. Why does it get so wet?" Cass asked, confused. He knew from a biological perspective the answer, but they were two gay guys and a bi man who may or may not have slept with women before. At least, as far as Cass knew about their lore.
Edgar’s soft, telling laugh was half of the answer.
"It’s a good thing that you’re so wet, even if it is scary. The women who work at our brothels complained when men didn’t take their time to get them wet. Hopefully, when we’re done exploring your body Caspian, it won’t be as scary. It might still be overwhelming, but I truly want to take that fear from you, okay? Can you trust us with your body again?" He was asking for permission and Cass let out a shaky breath.
"I want to." Cass told him.
"What’s holding you back?" Gideon asked and Cass raised his eyes up, all serious.
"What if I want you to put your cocks in me? What if you can’t resist? That’s terrifying." Cass whispered. "What if because that’s been given to me by my demonic bloodline that as soon as you touch it you can’t resist?" It sounded crazy, Cass knew, but he was thinking about how he responded to Edgar’s fangs and Lucian’s eyes. What if he could do the same, but he could only think of that area as something he uniquely had.
Instead of making fun of him like he thought, they took his concerns seriously.
"Well, I’ve rubbed against it over and over and while it is tempting, I am able to resist. Do you think that might change once I taste it?" Gideon asked, curious. Cass flushed. Edgar made a thoughtful noise.
"There might be a pull, but I think it’ll be dull for me since I don’t want to be inside Cass like that. It’ll be interesting to consider. Do you think it’ll be different outside of his heat?" Cass felt a little out of his depth as the two best friends tossed questions back and forth about his body and his situation.
It did help tame the panic and fear inside of him though. They were taking this seriously. They weren’t dismissing him. That alone was...enough. Cass squeezed their hands, pulling their attention back to him.
Flushed, embarrassed, Cass stared at them through his eyelashes, unaware that his pupils had shifted once more. His body was changing, and while he was worried about the pull his new body part could have on the men, he should have been more worried about what his gaze alone could do to them.
"I’m ready to test it out." Cass whispered and the men gulped.
"Okay." Edgar breathed.
"Okay." Gideon swallowed. Cass was tugged back into the bedroom.